March 22, 2010

Michaela, Eliana, and I were driving today and we passed some cute yellow houses.  I have always had a thing for yellow houses, at least as long as I can remember.  I am pretty sure it is hereditary, something my mom passed on to me.  I asked Michaela if she thought that one particular yellow house was cute.  I must indoctrinate her in this matter, and the younger she is the better. 

She looked at it and said,"Yes.  Is it for sale?"  Well, that's funny, since even if it were for sale we could afford it, like, NEVER.  I told her no, that I just liked yellow houses; I went on to tell her that her Grandma Vicki and I liked to watch for the yellow houses when we drove around because we always thought they were so lovely.  Right about that time we passed another one, and she pointed it out to me, and I said,"See?  It's just so cheerful.  Right?"  She smiled and nodded and then said,"An orange house would be even more cheerful."  I said,"Have you ever seen an orange house?!"  She smiled again, and said,"No."  I told her that I agreed, though, and certainly if I saw an orange house I would have to smile.

She is my original sweetheart.